Ms. Jessica Eldredge’s 5th grade class has written some truly wonderful and powerful poems.
Muhammed
Hope is like a breeze in the air
Nice winds are happy everywhere
Birds chat and tweet all day
I like the sounds of wind
It feels like a relaxing vacation
Blowing trees make my day
Today was a blowing day
I am from a couch that sits all day
I am from a trampoline that likes to do flips and jumps too
I am from a remote that likes to change channels
I am from the fridge that eats food and drink from stores too
I am from the night outside the sacrifice
I am from
Shaymaa
A quiet breeze
The beautiful sun has set
Flowers sway away
Where I’m From
I am from back in NJ
I am from gardens and city
I am from drawing and writing
I am from reading and singing
I am from long midnight walks
I am from watching the wolves out in the backyard
I am from dreaming of going back to Palestine
I am from strong relationships to wrecked and broken hearts
I am from a Muslim family that never gives up
Umar
Hope is
A ball
And you kick it in the goal…
I’m from the demon in my closet and the death of an innocent kid
I came from a patch of darkness in my soul.
I cannot die and I will never cry
I am darkness who likes to fight in the night
When I see a kid in the light
I might just take a little bite.
Randa
Shell
I’m a shell and I have ears so I can hear the ocean
I can also hear the seagulls on the beach, with the people
walking on the sand. I can hear the crabs trying to pinch
their way through the sand into the ocean.
I can hear the people walking on the boardwalk
I can hear and feel the waves
pushing against the sand. I can hear the crickets at night.
I can hear the people walking on the shore and I can hear the water
splashing on the sand.
I can hear the grains of sand blowing away in to the air.
Where I’m From
I am from the pots and pans falling in my kitchen
I am from me and my brother fighting all the time
I am from…Palestine
I am from…the bus that picks me up in the morning
I am from the amazing smell of Dawali
I am from…driving 2 hours to NJ
I am from…the weddings that happen every Sunday 5 times a year
I am from…the food that my mom makes
I am from…My family
I am from…ISLAM
Yosef
Hope is a plane
It comes and goes
and helps people stay sane.
It flies everywhere
doesn’t stop at all.
Comes to everyone
In every single hall.
This “plane” will never stop.
Not once, never at all.
When you are most in need
This plane turns
and shows its greed.
But you may
not know
this plane is
deep inside of you.
Ladder
What am I?
I am a ladder.
I get stood on a lot
This makes me madder
It hurts a lot
I am used to bring people to high places
It is not easy,
staying perfectly still
while you are
are standing on me.
Niyyah
Hope is like a clock
It comes by time and time
The noises it makes
Could easily awake
At a time in the day
It will come out to play
By the end of the day
Hope will make it ok.
Shirt
I am a shirt
That likes to flirt
The pattern I hold
Could already be sold
You may want to bike
Which I’d really like
But when I’m spinning
I feel like screaming
But when I come out
I’m ready to be put on and run all about
Malak
Where I’m From
I am from my mom and my dad
I am from my friends and family
I am from Algerian culture
I am from chicken over rice and tv
I am from sunny days at the park
I am from trips to snow tubing
I am from learning poetry with Ms. Jessica and Poet Lindo
I am from Thursday pool days
I am from home
I am a Muslim
That’s where I am from
Haiku
Running in the park
Falling and getting back up
Running up the slide
Hafizah
Where I’m From
I am from fried chicken
I am from baked mac and cheese
I am from no space
I am from never being lonely
I am from good food
I am from never being quiet
I am from traveling
I am from groups of friends
I am from warm hugs
I am from mean older sisters
I am from lamb over rice
Going to the beach
Playing with my friends and sis
Watching the sun set
Awni
Where I’m From
Where I’m from a crazy house
From bad good scary nice
I am from cooking to playing
Bad or good from staying on the street til 10:00pm
I am from NJ
Ruler
I’m a ruler why do I have
To be used so so much
Why do I have to be used
I mean it’s fun sometimes
But hurts when you slam me
Into anything. I’m sad
that people have to be mean and treat me
like this and be mad with my job.
When people try to trace
with me with the marker
I have some marker spots on
my body. I have to take one hour to shower.
Hayaa
I am from
I am from Dooigro and Carol’s daughter
I am from Sunday chores and laundry
I am from natural curly hair and shrinkage
I am from my brother and sister fighting over the game
I am from chicken and greens
I am from my cat jumping on my bed in the middle of the night
I am from fall out 4 to far cry 5
Outside are raindrops
The sunrise neon lights shine
The smell of fresh rain
Safa
Where I’m From
I’m from “That’s so Raven” and “the Proud Family”
I’m from Eco gel and getting up early
I’m from a loving family but loud also
I’m from sleepovers with friends
I’m from eleven siblings
I’m from chicken over rice and gyros
I’m from a Muslim culture
I’m from Al Aqsa
I’m from standing out
I’m from being confident.
Swimming with my friends
Laughing and having fun out
Some beautiful skies
Zaynab
Jump in the puddles
Play in the rain all day
Slide all over the place
Funny Gamer
Like to run to park
Love art
Playful inventor
Love movies
Creative art
Adventure
Science
Fun
Pizza
Make food
Love Dad
Quiet Gamer
Energetic
Above
Creative
Tasnia
I am from the breakfast cooking early in the kitchen
I am from the drawings and paintings
I am from the mysterious and scary books in my house
I am from the beautiful sunsets and sunrises
Never be sad and always stay smiling!
I am from the happiness that is never sad
I am from the love and respect in my family.
Warming temperatures
The flowers blooming slowly
So nice and calming
Juliano
I help you see, protect your eyes
From harmful substances, sand, snow, water
I am goggles
It feels like controlling somebody, or
Sometimes it feels like I am watching
What somebody sees and does.
My job is to protect your eyes even
If it kills goggles are like soldiers
That never give up
Howling baboons run
To ruin the silence of night
The hunter intervenes
Hifsa
I am from sweet and spicy smells
I am from love-hate relationships
From talking like best friends to fighting like enemies
I am from the sweet aromas that drag me downstairs
I am from not wanting to clean up
to washing the dishes because it’s fun.
I am from a weak start and strong end.
I am from jumping in the trampoline, and losing
my glasses.
From teachers and classmates, from helping others
and learning to love myself the way I am.
I am trying as hard as possible and even falling in
the pit, not knowing how to get out.
From being careful and making sure we’re all ok.
“Hope” is the sweetest of things, yet the worst of them all.
It helps you strive forward, but holds you back the most.
It pushes you to do your very best, but makes you stumble and fall.
It shows the way through many twists and turns, but keep it close because once you lose it, who
knows if you can get it back at all.
It will help you up and nurse you, but also throw you down and watch you hurt.
It’s like a bipolar disease, who knows whether it’ll do good or bad.
“Hope” is the simplest of things, yet the strangest of them all.
Asmaa
Bird
As we fly high
Our spirit doesn’t die
but on the gloomiest days, I see everything.
I see the darkest things
when no one is there to watch.
I see the nicest people turn into the darkest demon.
Usually people see me as nothing but just something to want to kill.
So I try to escape.
I’m like a spy but no one knows, but listen, I have no one to tell my information.
So I’m lonely sometimes.
No one will ever know my pain.
So I will fly solo and not share anything
And hopefully I will make it out alive.
